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Dream Images in Noble Smoky Green
I don't particularly like being the trigger for the question: "What smells so strange here?"
I have no great desire to provoke with my scent. Therefore, the crazy, exotic things are only of limited interest to me. I was already aware that Prin Lomros' fragrances can be demanding to difficult through my browsing and skimming. Thus, the brand has been rather uninteresting to me until now.
But now he has finally caught me. I am now latently infected with the Prin virus.
And this is partly due to this green fragrance that occupies not only my nose but also my mind.
This exotic green-smoky-ambery blend makes me remember special, unforgettable days in Chiang Mai. There are a multitude of temples there, each more artistically and beautifully designed than the last. Images like from a fairy tale, a dream.
But the craziest temple was my favorite. There, alongside Buddha, was a large statue of Donald Duck among many others. A colorful, humorous collection and patchwork of colors, images, and exhibits from various cultures could be seen here. All are welcome. A place for everyone.
In the city, you find gardens where plants that we keep as little trees in our rooms grow into huge trees with fleshy leaves. The air is hot and smoky. The food is spiced exotically and absurdly hot. The people are beautiful, delicate, slender, calm, and polite. Europeans (like me) seem almost like clumsy oafs in comparison.
Lomros comes from this land, and I can smell it to some extent in his creation and am somewhat enchanted.
And the dear family? They fluctuate between delight and irritation. ("Mom, move over a bit. Your scent from that 'incense stick perfume,' combined with your cough drop, is really irritating. I can't do my homework like this....")
Conclusion: Not only beautiful but also useful when you don't necessarily want to help with homework.
Smelling strange has its advantages! Thank you, Mr. Lomros.
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*They come, of course, from the Ore Mountains!
I have no great desire to provoke with my scent. Therefore, the crazy, exotic things are only of limited interest to me. I was already aware that Prin Lomros' fragrances can be demanding to difficult through my browsing and skimming. Thus, the brand has been rather uninteresting to me until now.
But now he has finally caught me. I am now latently infected with the Prin virus.
And this is partly due to this green fragrance that occupies not only my nose but also my mind.
This exotic green-smoky-ambery blend makes me remember special, unforgettable days in Chiang Mai. There are a multitude of temples there, each more artistically and beautifully designed than the last. Images like from a fairy tale, a dream.
But the craziest temple was my favorite. There, alongside Buddha, was a large statue of Donald Duck among many others. A colorful, humorous collection and patchwork of colors, images, and exhibits from various cultures could be seen here. All are welcome. A place for everyone.
In the city, you find gardens where plants that we keep as little trees in our rooms grow into huge trees with fleshy leaves. The air is hot and smoky. The food is spiced exotically and absurdly hot. The people are beautiful, delicate, slender, calm, and polite. Europeans (like me) seem almost like clumsy oafs in comparison.
Lomros comes from this land, and I can smell it to some extent in his creation and am somewhat enchanted.
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Like the brightly colored temple, where various figures find their place, the fragrance also allows for both exotic and familiar associations.
It begins with a smoky note that I perceive as noble. No ham is being smoked here, but rather dry, green herbs. The scent reminds me of the smell of eucalyptus leaves that friends and I threw into the campfire every evening during a trip to Portugal. At the same time, there is a bit of street food odor, a somewhat penetrating, sour scent that reminds me of coriander, which I only find pleasant in homeopathic doses in dishes. A little incense figure sneaks in from Bavaria or wherever these guys come from*, puffing sweet smoke clouds contentedly. Caused by a, of course, green incense cone. (Merry Christmas!) Gradually, the fragrance also becomes sweeter, more amber-like. It always remains smoky. In addition, it forms an olfactory kaleidoscope of green tones. Floral scents quietly and sweetly weave through the perfume. Spices in the background merge into an aromatic unity. The disturbing note (street food & coriander) soon recedes. What I smell is pleasant and somewhat demanding at the same time.
The fragrance lasts hour after hour after hour after hour... becoming sweeter, creamier.
All in all, I smell a fragrance created with experimentation, routine, and a fine touch by an excellent perfumer.
And since I found it in the souk practically on "special offer," it now belongs to me.
*Like the brightly colored temple, where various figures find their place, the fragrance also allows for both exotic and familiar associations.
It begins with a smoky note that I perceive as noble. No ham is being smoked here, but rather dry, green herbs. The scent reminds me of the smell of eucalyptus leaves that friends and I threw into the campfire every evening during a trip to Portugal. At the same time, there is a bit of street food odor, a somewhat penetrating, sour scent that reminds me of coriander, which I only find pleasant in homeopathic doses in dishes. A little incense figure sneaks in from Bavaria or wherever these guys come from*, puffing sweet smoke clouds contentedly. Caused by a, of course, green incense cone. (Merry Christmas!) Gradually, the fragrance also becomes sweeter, more amber-like. It always remains smoky. In addition, it forms an olfactory kaleidoscope of green tones. Floral scents quietly and sweetly weave through the perfume. Spices in the background merge into an aromatic unity. The disturbing note (street food & coriander) soon recedes. What I smell is pleasant and somewhat demanding at the same time.
The fragrance lasts hour after hour after hour after hour... becoming sweeter, creamier.
All in all, I smell a fragrance created with experimentation, routine, and a fine touch by an excellent perfumer.
And since I found it in the souk practically on "special offer," it now belongs to me.
And the dear family? They fluctuate between delight and irritation. ("Mom, move over a bit. Your scent from that 'incense stick perfume,' combined with your cough drop, is really irritating. I can't do my homework like this....")
Conclusion: Not only beautiful but also useful when you don't necessarily want to help with homework.
Smelling strange has its advantages! Thank you, Mr. Lomros.
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*They come, of course, from the Ore Mountains!
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